Sloan

A gallon hat

Over a desiccated shadow

Spit and cuss

But swear you know how to treat a lady

Perhaps, tonight, harvest moon

When my breasts hang full and bright

We can lazily twist wild grass into braids

Lay deep in the earth’s embrace

Naked, as though we wished it would accept us back into its womb

I’ll slap away your calloused hands

Rolling my soft curves until you can barely handle it

You want to be denied

Stroked

Add your call to the nighttime symphony of crickets

You can almost taste it

Drown in it, like whiskey, poured straight

The cruelty of my fingers a chaser

You will be grateful for the weight of the saddle

For the prick of my spurs

A rodeo circus of depravity

Eight seconds, so you can qualify

Treat a woman right

Mr. Sloan

 

*All characters are fictional

 

 

Worshiping the Queen (femdom erotica)

317 words, rated R. Enjoy, all you fellow perverts. : D

Lucid as he was, there was a certain inescapable unreality to his position. It was too good to be true. A tangle of chills overcame him as she ground her heel into the tender space between his balls and cock. Those heels, gorgeous sea foam green, shiny and spotless.

“Please, my queen, give me more,” he begged, relishing the deep sensation, a vividness surpassing any normal coitus.

She licked her ruby lips devilishly. “Perhaps I tire of this game.”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise!”

“Fine. Please me, then present yourself.”

He swallowed hard, pleasing was something difficult. How should he begin? Not too eager, not too slow. A nip here and there, a steady stroking with his tongue, up and down the creases of her Goddess pussy. He was lucky, feeling the labia swelling under his attentiveness.

“Present,” she growled tersely.

He swung around, ass rising eagerly. “Yes queen, please queen.”

She was kind enough to massage him, fingers stroking from the small of his back, down between his ass cheeks. Then some lube, more than he deserved. He hung his head low, gazing between his knees to watch as she leisurely removed her shoe. His cock bobbed, pre-cum shining. He wouldn’t be allowed to cum, but it barely mattered as the toe pushed hard against his anus, breaking the resistance. A little deeper and he was clutching the couch, praying he wouldn’t lose it, disappoint his queen. Problem was the pain, how could he resist? His cock shuddered and jerked. He tried to focus on the texture of the white wall before him, on his fingers, wedding band, dark hair growing just below his knuckles, but it was all too relentless. A strangled moan caught in his throat, semen splattering on the plastic covered cushions.

The snarl of rage from his queen said he’d be fucked this time, and not in the way he wanted.

 

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A Witch and Her Wand (erotic short story)

This 200 word erotic short is rated R and also contains femdom. So be warned if you’re not into that sort of thing.

 

Glenda watched as Charles tiptoed around her sleeping tabby. Certainly a lithe woman like Glenda existed under his skin, and bringing it out amused her to no end. Charles wasn’t altogether fat, nor unmanly. He still needed more emasculation, so she’d assigned him black lace underwear. His pale skin and large balls spilled out in all the right places as he knelt by her four-inch, crimson heels, watery eyes staring up expectantly. Glenda licked her lips remembering how he’d cried tears of thankfulness when she’d dug the spikes into his pudgy thighs.

She grasped the large silicone cock between her legs. “Over the coffee table.”

He quivered, huffing and puffing, laying himself across the table, gripping the other side, ass jutting into the air. “Please master, use me.”

She pulled the lacy underwear down around his hairy legs, then coated him with lube. He jerked, but pushed back into her hand, ready for the larger cock, almost begging, until it expanded him uncomfortably.

“Want to come? Tell me what you’ll do.”

“Make you co-CEO,” he puffed.

“And?”

“Let you fuck me in my office.”

Glenda thrust harder, hitting his sweet spot. It really paid being a Satanic sort of witch.

Meno Silencio©

 

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